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It was quite early one morning Hit me without warning I went to hear the general speak I was standing for the anthem Banners all around him Confetti made it hard to see Put my footsteps on the pavement Starved for entertainment Four seasons of revolving doors So sick of being honest I'll die like Dylan Thomas A seizure on the barroom floor I'm getting greedy with this private hell I'll go it alone, but that's just as well These cats are scared and feral The flag pins on their lapels The truth is anybody's guess These talking heads are saying The king is only playing a game of four dimensional chess" There's flowers in the rubble The weeds are gonna tumble I'm lucid but I still can't think I'm strapped into a corset SongtexteClimbed into your corvette I'm thirsty for another drink If it's advertised, we'll try it And buy some peace and quiet And shut up at the silent retreat They say you've gotta fake it At least until you make it That ghost is just a kid in a sheet I'm getting used to these dizzy spells I'm taking a shower at the Bates Motel I'm getting greedy with this private hell I'll go it alone, but that's just as well Aus Songtexte Mania